Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Shared via AddThis
I must agree being trans or gay is NOT a lifestyle choice; acceptance or rejection, happiness or anger those are the choice
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Holy Bullies and Headless Monsters: The anti-gays are encouraged to get more militant and disgusting
Shared via AddThis
Anti-Gay groups are being told to step up the level of hate spewing; to shout down their opposition. Dear God, help us all!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I mentioned in one of my previous posts that I have been summoned for jury duty in the Counties Superior Court System for the first week in October. Looking at the notice that was sent to me, I am required to list the name of my spouse. I must speak the name of my spouse in a room full of all the other people who have been called to serve as jury members. When I speak Kay’s name I can see all eyes looking upon this crazy woman. I am not one to keep my personal history so secret that I would want it to dissolve into thin air, but speaking the name of my wife in a room full of people that I do not know is not how I would like to tell people either. People tend to get excited and look at me differently when I try to explain that I was born male and am now living as female.
The State of
I have served on juries before and the last time I received a jury selection notice I was in the middle of transitioning. Not wanting to create a bad situation, I called the county clerk and explained my dilemma at which time she just deferred me from the jury pool. Just like that, I was excused from jury duty.
For me, it is an honor to serve as a juror for the legal system. Qualified jurors are difficult to find sometime and I am qualified to serve and I will be impartial in my decisions if called upon to serve. The decision to have me step down depends, I guess on the lawyers acceptance, what the case is about, what their perceptions of my being transsexual are, and could my just being included as a member of a seated jury cause other member of the jury to focus on me and not the case. I will go to my appointed place of civic duty and stand tall for justice, expecting problems to arise, but hoping that I can fulfill my civic duty with pride and with honor.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Same beautiful view, same area, good breakfast and a little cheaper. When we were there, they were having a Hot Air Balloon Festival for the weekend; watching those magnificent balloons drift across the sky with the view of those mountains behind them was spectacular!
Friday, September 18, 2009
In Celebration of Hildegard of Bingen
I have a very fond affection for the music of this age. As a life long musician and singer I get emotionally elevated when hearing the musical phrases and long lifting phrases of the Gregorian Chants; especially if they have been recorded in one of the magnificent Cathedrals of Europe.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Holy Bullies and Headless Monsters: Parents sue to keep school children from learning about bullying, lgbt families
Shared via AddThis
Just what are Parents afraid of? I just finished the local production of "South Pacific" which has included a song which was dropped from the original movie production because it said that You Have to be Carefully Taught".
Monday, September 14, 2009
I am becoming more convinced that the more rocks we turn over there will be another trans person waiting to bloom. One can't open the internet new without hearing about someone else who has accepted their life to be something else. Ms Anne Beon is just another person who is living her life with integrity and honesty; and has the support of her children.
I have said that within out little PFLAG group, we have just celebrated our first anniversary. Within the past 12 months we have had at least 12 people who have identified as trans. We have young men and women praise us for being who we are and setting an example for them to accept themselves as gay. I am happy that we have been blessed with so many wonderful people who feel comfortable being themselves.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Correction: It's not a flaw, but without specific surgery she has a higher risk for cancer.
How irresponsible for them to even suggest that Caster Semenya should have corrective surgery to fix the potentially deadly condition. Thank God that she has enough sense to tell them to f**k off.
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall, along one side of the road, it looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'
'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.
'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.
'Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveller asked.
'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book. 'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'
Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'
'How about my friend here?' the traveller gestured to the dog.
'There should be a bowl by the pump.'
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveller filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
'What do you call this place?' the traveller asked.
This is Heaven,' he answered.
'Well, that's confusing,' the traveller said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'
'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'
'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'
'No, we're just happy that they screen out the people who would leave their best friends behind.'
I'm adding on to Sarah's post. We went to Vermont this summer and found the most delightful place. An artist named Stephen Huneck built a dog chapel. Read his story and see the chapel here http://www.dogmt.com/. We fell in love with the place.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Playing in their big pool with the other family Friday night and getting noticed only because I was swimming with Kay; I think, was really something from my perceptions of things. To the day as it happened as I described before, was just normal.
I found in the stack of mail on the counter when I got home, a Summons for Jury Duty. I’ll let everyone in on how that goes next month!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Today, I converted my life insurance policy that I took out in my old name to a Universal Life Policy, the reasons I took out a term policy were very complicated at the time. I noticed they had my new name but the policy stated that I was ‘male’, I asked the young lady about that, and she said that the policy was written for a ‘male’ life expectancy, and they would not change the sex identifier.
The young lady was very emphatic that she had always known my particular history, and it didn’t bother her in the least. I told her I’m glad I didn’t bother her; she just laughed.
I have to give pause when I am asked to show my ID to someone, until I remember that I was lucky enough to change my gender marker. One can never completely erase or delete links to one’s past; somewhere when you least expect it, someone or something will jump out and say, “Hi I’m from your past.”